Oh my goodness, were those 14 days unbelievably tough. It’s very true that no one can ever prepare you for what it’s actually going to be like, and until you experience it on your own, you have no way of understanding.
“I swear I saw a headless, bloated corpse when transiting the Suez.”
I feel guilt, shame, and lame as fuck that I sit here on the sidelines (for the most part), continuing to post pictures of pretty trees and people, while advocates for equality are out there fighting to shape our reality and collective future into something better, every day.
Finally, a resolution I don’t think I’ll have any trouble keeping.
You can’t just spend your entire life waiting for the story to continue. You’ve got to keep writing it yourself.
With every piece of your heart. With bountiful of desire running through your blood.
We think they’re so confusing. We think it doesn’t make any sense. We think they play games and send mixed messages. We don’t understand why.
Watching someone calmly walk around a church right knowing they are about to commit a brutal murder is beyond creepy.
He served only 19 years and then was released because he was a “model prisoner.”
Holly learned a lot of important life lessons from facing death, and she hoped her open letter would teach her friends and family something as equally important.